A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Garrett Nordmark is naturally still a first-level mage.

Moreover, up to this point, he hasn't touched the threshold for leveling up, and his mental power hasn't reached the limit of level 1 yet. Garrett is not in a hurry. He slowly polishes the image of himself in his meditative vision, bone by bone, meticulously sketching:

The benefits of being a novice mage at level one have been used up, and the energy given by the teacher when planting the oak staff has also been exhausted. What comes next is meticulous work, and there's no rush. A few bones a day, encountering complex bones like the hip, meditation can only be completed for one piece.

Until now, Garrett's mental power has only constructed 80 central axis bones and 64 upper limb bones. As for the 62 lower limb bones, less than half are completed.

Perhaps after completing the entire skeleton, my mental power can advance to the next level? Garrett speculates. Besides this, he is anxious about one thing:

When can I return to the hospital?

Teacher, you sent me to hide in the mage tower, when will you let me out? I've completed all the experiments! The papers are also written! The microscope paper, the burning hand paper, and the paper on sterilization, all done! If I don't return to the hospital soon, I won't have the conditions to conduct so many experiments!

The teacher's summons came quickly. In mid-September, after Garrett had improved the burning hand for half a month, Elder Elwin Wilkinson sent a message to the mage tower:

The followers I found for you have arrived. Come and meet them.

Garrett swiftly entered the city. Dismounting at the entrance of the hospital, at first glance, he saw a big man standing next to the teacher.

Elder Elwin Wilkinson is already considered tall, but the man next to him is at least a head taller, conservatively estimated at two meters. It's already deep autumn, and Garrett is wearing a thick jacket, while the man is bare-shouldered, with a beast skin draped over his shoulder. A necklace made of the fangs and claws of fierce beasts hangs on his bare chest, and below the pendant, eight clearly defined abdominal muscles are displayed.

The only weapon on his entire body is the big stick in his right hand. Garrett looked closely and became increasingly silent. The stick is more than half a head taller than its owner, with a diameter as thick as the owner's upper arm. Looking at the shape of the end, who knows if it's a thigh bone from some wild creature.

Is this a barbarian? It's quite obvious that he's a barbarian, right? Teacher, can someone like him be my follower? If I can't afford to feed him, will he eat me? Can barbarians communicate normally?

Garrett really wanted to ask this, but he didn't dare in front of the giant. The giant, however, spoke with a buzzing voice:

"Are you Garrett? Can you feed me?"

What, feed you? Big brother, is your only request to be fed?

Garrett discreetly glanced at the teacher as much as possible. Seeing Elder Elwin Wilkinson nodding with a smile, he boldly replied:

"If I have enough to eat, you'll have enough too!"

"Alright! Bernard is with you! Let's eat!"

The group entered the tavern in a grand manner. Well, "grand manner" mainly refers to Bernard, the giant over two meters tall, who walked in with an earth-shaking momentum. As soon as they entered, Bernard raised his voice and shouted:

"Bring out the food! Bring out the delicious food! Bring out the meat!"

"Get a whole roasted lamb, a roasted chicken, and a barrel of beer," Elder Elwin Wilkinson added quietly behind him. The waiter's eyes lit up, responding loudly:

"Alright!"

The roasted chicken quickly arrived. Elder Elwin Wilkinson cut off two chicken legs and placed one in front of himself and one in front of Garrett. The rest were all handed over to Bernard. Just as Garrett took a couple of bites of the chicken, he saw Bernard picking up the roasted chicken and crunching it, crunching it...

More than half of the roasted chicken, including the bones, disappeared without a trace, all swallowed by the giant's gaping mouth.

Garrett sweated.

Garrett sweated a lot.

Garrett sweated profusely.

Big brother, swallowing bones like this... be careful of chicken bones getting stuck in your throat! If it pierces the esophageal wall and hits an artery, I won't be able to save you!

After devouring more than half of the roasted chicken, the waiter carrying the beer barrel returned, only halfway back. Bernard decided to pick up the beer barrel himself, slapped it with one hand, and carried it over. The oak beer barrel, more than half his height, looked as light as a straw in his hands.

"Boom!"

The barrel fell, dust rose, and the seats around also shook three times. Bernard grabbed two wooden cups, gurgled, gurgled, gurgled, filled them with beer. Garrett was happy that there were only two cups of beer, and he wouldn't have to drink, but then he saw Bernard picking up the beer barrel and gulping it down, gulp, gulp, gulp...

Isn't this beer mine?!

Garrett frowned at the cup in front of him. This thing's mouth is bigger than his face, and its body is taller than his forearm. Is this a small barrel? Can he hold it up? Should he enhance himself with the strength of a barbaric bull? No, the strength of a barbaric bull is a second-level magic, and he can't learn it yet...

Besides, he doesn't know how to drink. He won't drink in this life, and he didn't drink in his past lifesurgeons can't drink. Even if he could drink, drinking this cup would exceed his stomach capacity, right?!

Elder Elwin Wilkinson, seeing his disciple's dilemma, couldn't help but smile. He reached out gently, moved both wooden cups in front of himself, and signaled the waiter:

"A glass of grape wine. No, make it a glass of mint water. And bring some white bread and a plate of nuts. Roasted lamb, hurry up!"

"No problem! Please wait, dear guests!"

Ordering a whole roasted lamb is a big deal. It took a while for the innkeeper to come back with a waiter, personally carrying a whole roasted lamb. Elder Elwin Wilkinson took up a long knife, cut off a leg of lamb, and pushed the remaining half towards Bernard. Then he turned to look at Garrett, picked up the lamb leg, and stabbed it directly into his plate.

Is this whole leg for me?!

Garrett instinctively leaned back. Little did he know, the long knife in front of him flickered, one piece, two pieces, three pieces... Three pieces of lamb fell into the plate, followed by the leg, steadily returning to the elder's plate.

Garrett breathed a sigh of relief. He ate this carb-overloaded, fat-protein-excessive, severely deficient in vitamins and plant fiber lunch slowly, accompanied by mint water, bread, and nuts, and belched lightly. Across from him, Bernard was still eating heartily, with sheep oil

and light red meat juice dripping from the corners of his mouth, smearing his beard everywhere.

The lamb spine and ribs had completely disappeared. Bernard, with a leg of lamb in each hand, was eating enthusiastically. Garrett quickly glanced at his waist. Eight abdominal muscles were still eight abdominal muscles, but the barrel of beer and half a roasted lamb seemed to have disappeared without a trace...

Can I really afford to raise this guy...

Garrett was once again at a loss. Elder Elwin Wilkinson leaned over to him quietly:

"Bernard is from the Northern Glacier. A few years ago, when I was traveling outside, I saved half of their village when they were in trouble. At that time, we agreed that when I needed it, they would send warriors to serve me for ten years. During these ten years, just feed him, you don't need to eat this well usually. As for armor and weapons, take a look and decide."

Understood, mainly bread for daily meals, occasionally bring meat for a feast. Garrett eased his mind a bit:

"Teacher, what about the salary?"

"Why do you think the warriors from the Northern region need a salary? Of course, if their village is short of food any year, give them a few dozen gold coins to buy food!"

Writing about this barbarian, I don't know why it was written so happily, probably because I can't eat meat as heartily as he does (not at all).

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